[Blue Prison] the Evolutionary History of Egoism of Salted Fish

Author os: It can be regarded as a short story that has been saved (under supervision) I, Kenyo Ichijo, set my ambitions in kindergarten and made detailed life plans for them. However, all this was shattered the day I met my little boy. "Are you the subordinate assigned to me by my parents?" He was so arrogant at a young age. If he hadn't been so good-looking, he would have punched my fist in the face. My little boy is, without exaggeration, the mythical version of the neighbor's child. Excellent in all subjects, versatile in sports, and especially prosperous in peach blossoms. In a word, a troublesome collection. "Anyway, this is a great opportunity, I'm going to try it!" One day, Xiao Tongran said this and wanted to drag me to a training camp. I looked down at my slender legs, and then at the strong muscles of his new friend, and firmly rejected him. But this guy doesn't listen! He's playing dirty tricks! I regretted every day I came to the Blue Prison. There was no rich variety of meals, no desserts, no game consoles, a single lifestyle, and there were a lot of key football lunatics. As someone who is not going to make a living from football and hates excessive exercise, I can't relate to these guys at all. Fortunately, there are still people like me in this prison... No, why is Prince Ling so persistent? After living in this environment for a long time, my ideas have changed even if I don't want to. Of course, I am still not interested in football. I just dream of changing from being a salted fish who relies on my parents' income to striving for the great salted fish dream! So stop looking at me expectantly, Prince Ling, I will not give in on this point... Intention: Looking forward to a better tomorrow